After a few minutes, both of their chests were heaving from the lack of oxygen, the two pulling away. Their foreheads stayed pressed against each other as they both breathed heavily, small smiles on their lips as they looked at each other with their...
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Y/N and Brett made their way down the East Wing corridor towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, both of them mentally preparing themselves for their new teacher- 'Mad-Eye' Moody.
"Do you think it'll be any different from Lupin teaching?"
Y/N scoffed as the two turned a corner down another hallway, "No doubt, we're lucky if we're not dead by the end of the year with him teaching. I heard he's absolutely mental."
"He can't be that bad," Brett said, his eyes furrowing together in thought. "Maybe he's a little crazy, sure, but aren't we all?"
"Brett," Y/N said as she gave the boy a pointed look, "the man basically stared me down at the Sorting ceremony, not to mention he acts insane."
The boy nodded next to her as he listened to her, "Yeah, you're right. He wasn't even looking at me and it gave me the chills."
Y/N snickered at the boy as they rounded the hallway to the classroom, both of the Ravenclaws facing each other as they talked. As they both turned the corner, a hand shot towards Y/N, the girl quickly turning as her hand rose to stop the person's arm from connecting with her. Her hand quickly and tightly gripped their wrist as her face fell into a shocked, defensive expression. She looked at the person whose wrist she was holding, rolling her eyes as her eyes connected with Hermione's.
"Merlin's beard, Mione, you don't just go swinging your hands at people. I thought you were going to attack me!"
Y/N's grip remained on Hermione's wrist as her eyes scanned the paper in the Gryffindor's hand, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she read the parchment in front of her.
"Sorry...," Hermione said, a light blushing rising to her cheeks as Harry and Ron chuckled from next to her. Brett leaned over beside Y/N as his eyes scanned the paper in her hand as well.
"What the bloody hell is 'S.P.E.W.'," Brett asked as he and Y/N looked over the parchment. Y/N took her hand off of Hermione's wrist as she took the paper from the girl, her and Brett reading it as the group started to walk to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"It's Mione's 'brilliant' attempt at protesting against elf labor," Harry said as he and Ron snickered at his words, Hermione throwing them a glare as Y/N and Brett shared a confused look.
"Elf labor?"
"Yes," Hermione said, " 'S.P.E.W.' stands for Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. Y/N, Brett, did you know that the elves are responsible for making and serving the food here at Hogwarts?"
